Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a constant state of countdowns.
Right now, I’m counting down the 8 days left until I get to see Ryan in Utah.
There’s the 55 days left until Ryan comes to spend Thanksgiving with my family.
There’s the 78 days until Ryan gets another big chunk of leave and gets to spend both Christmas and New Year’s with my family.
I swear that not a week goes by that somebody doesn’t tell me to just live in the moment.
Trust me. I am.
I love my life. I love my job. I love my friends, and I certainly love my man. But…
There’s something missing when a piece of you that has your heart is thousands of miles away.
And missing that piece makes you want to count down until you’re whole again.
I know it sounds mushy.
I never thought I’d be that girl. You know, the one that lives for the chance to see her man.
But here I am…proudly owning up to being that girl.
So, maybe I’m not living in the moment entirely right now, but I can tell you that I do my best.
And I definitely look forward to that day that Ryan and I don’t have to do this distance all. the. time.
Does anybody else ever feel like they’re living by a countdown clock?
